Who are you? What are you? Where are you?
How can I answer these questions? How can I dare? Yet the answers lie before me. They lie inside of me, deep in my soul, waiting to be awakened. They are awakening. I can feel you, nearer and nearer, inside of me, growing and growing. Filling me, consuming me. Taking me into you. I can feel myself coming closer to you, becoming one with you. I can feel you bursting from me. Joining me and flowing from me. Not great, yet. Just a trickle for now, but I can feel the pressure building, the flood about to be let loose.
I can feel your power, your glory, your beauty. It consumes me and transforms me. I feel you in the strains of a song, in the cold of the mist, the warmth of the sun, the freshness of the breeze, the blanket of the night, the glory of the day, the beauty of the sky, the writing in the clouds, the faces of your children.
I stand on the mountaintop. Close to you, exposed to you. The clouds billowing, the night consuming. I feel you close. The wind enveloping my body, caressing my face. I feel you wrapping yourself around me, holding me close, pulling me into you, taking me up into you, with you. Remaking me, transforming me, filling me, sending me as the wind for the world.
I see you before me. Your beauty and glory. Your love. You have been hidden from the world, but you are about to shine forth. You are about to let the light shine for all to see. You are my lover, my friend, my God, my father, my mother, my brother, my all.
You are always there, always near. So who are you? Does it matter? You are all. You are everyone and everything. You are Christ. You are the Spirit. But you are more. You are life. You are love. You are us. You are me. You are everyone. My precious, precious friend. How great you are, how loving you are. I want to reach out and hold you. I have, I do, I will always.
You have been so much to the world. So many views, so many opinions. So much fighting. But you are you. Soon all will see, maybe. It does not matter, for even if all don’t see, you will still be there, will still love all. You will still be the hand that caresses my face in the wind on the top of the mountain in the night.
I will sing your praises. I will be your voice. I will be your prophet. I will be whoever you wish me to be. I will be the child to awaken the rest of your children. That is why you have sent me, isn’t it? I can feel you inside me, ready to burst forth to all. Give me the strength and courage to accept this gift, this task you give me. Help me in my struggle. Let me take on this role you desire to give me. Let it be mine if you so will. Not my will, but yours be done. No matter the cost to me. I am yours. I will heed your call my God, my friend. I hear your voice and I will follow. Thank you. I love you.
May 18, 1992